"Sir, it's him." The man spoke respectfully to the woman beside him.
The woman was a young witch who appeared to be in her early twenties. Her deep-set eyes, pale skin, and exquisitely beautiful face made her seem more like a painting than a person. Her light purple hair cascaded down her waist like a waterfall, every gesture exuding an irresistible allure and intoxicating charm.
"What a delightful fragrance..."
"Such a stunning young lady..."
As she approached, the surrounding crowd seemed bewitched, swallowing nervously while gazing at her with infatuated eyes, instinctively parting to clear a path.
Lynch raised an eyebrow.
This scent... It's Phantom Rosemary.
This was a peculiar magical substance, possessing a unique aroma that could unconsciously immerse one into visions of beauty and joy. It belonged to one of the Spiritual System's magic plants.
